A/N:

Hi, thank you all so much for the reviews. They all told me to go write a second part so that's what I've done.

I hope you guys enjoy the second part.

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A Gun Makes Me Feel Stronger - PART 2

Blaine didn't answer. Instead he pulled away from the grip on his arm, away from his teacher. Blaine cursed softly as the pain in is arm became too much and he almost sank to his knees. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks and Blaine immediately used his uninjured arm to wipe the tears away, only to be met by the gun that he still held firmly in his hand. With a few deep breathes he walked towards the back of the choir room and sat down as far away from anyone as possible.

It wasn't that Blaine didn't want his friends to know what happened. They deserve to know. He just walked into the choir room with a god damn gun in his hand and on top of that there is a freaking bullet in his arm. Obviously they want to know what happened, but it's gonna take one hell lot of courage for Blaine to explain.

Blaine stared at the ground and tried to avoid as much eyecontact with his friends as possible. He didn't want to look rude, Blaine's parents always taught him to keep your eyes on the person who talks to you or asks you a question, but this time Blaine is in too much of a shock to care.

"Blaine?" Blaine looked up for a short second only to see his best friend approaching him. He shouldn't be scared, it's Sam for god sake, but still he is. "I- I'm sorry." Sam said as he seem to notice that he's scaring the injured boy.

"It's not your fault." Blaine said softly and he wasn't sure if anyone had heard him, but again he didn't care.

"Is it okay if I come closer?" Sam asked softly as he already was back on his knees, waiting for a nod or any kind of agreement so he could make sure Blaine is okay.

"Ye-yeah." Blaine breathed and Sam slowly walked towards his best friend.

Sam sat next to Blaine. Not too close, but close enough to check the other boy. They were all scared that something like this was going to happen to any of them. And even though they were scared, none of them expected it to really happen.

It's even worse in real life than in their heads, that's for sure.

"Blaine, your arm, does it hurt?"

"A little." Sam knew that his friend tried to be the tough guy again, that's what he always does. Sam clearly remembers that one night after the Sadie Hawkins dance. During the dance everything was fine, but afterwards Blaine had come to Sam's house for support. He needed a shoulder to cry on and Sam had given it to him. And in any other situation Sam would be annoyed if someone knocked on his door after a long day, but this time he knew that it was a big deal. Whenever Blaine needs him it is. "Sam?"

It was so soft that Sam wasn't sure if he'd heard it right, but seeing Blaine staring up at him from his place on the ground confirmed his thoughts. Instead of saying anything Sam nodded his head. He noticed how the injured boy looked around in the room and for a moment Sam did the same.

Some of their friends had stopped paying attention, but most of them, and especially Mr. Schue and coach Beiste were still watching the two teenagers closely.

"Sam? I- I..." Blaine inhaled deeply and for a second he wasn't convinced if he could say it aloud.

Blaine knew he had to though, they deserved to know. They deserved to know that they probably are all safe already. The cops in their school are going to ask questions and Blaine wants his friends to hear the news from him and not from the cops or on the television.

"I think I killed the shooter." Blaine frowned as he was surprised by his own words. A small smile formed on his lips, but he wasn't happy. He wasn't happy at all. "Sam, I. Killed. Someone." Blaine repeated, harder this time.

Sam was speechless, he'd never been good at words so he was happy when Kitty responded.

"He probably deserved it." She commented as she pointed at his arm. "You did the right thing." Everyone flinched when Blaine stood up abruptly, but painfully turned around and rested his head against the wall.

"Of course he didn't deserve it. No one deserves to die." Blaine stated quietly, but loud enough for Kitty to hear.

"He has hurt you, Blaine. You had to protect yourself."

"I hurt him too. Do I have to die?" Blaine asked as he played with the gun in his hands. The words of the shooter spinning through his head.

You shouldn't play with that, little guy. That's not a toy.

"Of course not, man." Jake said as he held Marley tightly in his arms. A single tear rolled over his cheek. He wanted to be strong for his girlfriend, but seeing Blaine like this made it impossible for him not to cry. They were all family even if they didn't talk much outside school, everyone still cared.

"Why not?"

Blaine sank down on his knees, he was too dizzy to stand up straight for much longer. He was losing too much blood and he wasn't the only one who noticed. "Why does the other guy deserve to die, but I don't? I did the exact same thing that he did. We both killed someone."

"Blaine, please hand me the gun."

Blaine couldn't think straight anymore at this point. Angry thoughts were going through his head and no part in his brain registered that these people were his friends, not his enemies. He can't hand someone else the gun. He needs it to protect himself from others. More importantly, he needs it to protect himself from himself.

"You don't trust me? After killing one person, why not kill someone else, right?" Blaine sobbed loudly, without realizing he moved his injured arm and shouted out in pain. He didn't care if someone could hear him, because there is no one here who would judge him.

"We trust you, we really do. Blaine listen to me," Sam walked up to his friend again and was relieved when he friend didn't flinch when he touched him comfortingly on his shoulder. "You're my best friend. I love you, dude, but right now you're freaking me out." It looked like Blaine wanted to interrupt, but Sam stopped him from doing so. "I'm not scared you'll try to shoot me, or any of us. I do think you'll do something that you're gonna regret. Not to us, but to yourself."

Blaine sobbed quietly and for a second Sam was sure that the smaller boy was gonna push him away. Instead his friend pulled him into a hug. A soft thank you was whispered in his ear and Sam only responded by tightening the grip around the crying boy.

"What if he's still alive?" Blaine asked suddenly as he slowly unwrapped his arm and brought it back to his own body. His other hand immediately reached for the wound to put some pressure on it. "I'm not even sure if he's dead. I was too scared."

"You're allowed to be scared, Blaine." Mr Schue commented. "What happened today, what is happening right now won't be forgotten any time soon, but all of us will try to help you, we'll try to help each other. No one will judge you for what you did, because there is nothing to be judged for Blaine."

"Exactly. Wether he's dead or not, we won't think any different of you. Except that you're even braver than we all thought." Coach Beiste added kindly.

"I'm sorry, but is no one going to ask about the gun? How did he even get that thing?" Ryder asked curiously. Of course he doesn't want the mood in the room to become even more uncomfortable and sad as it is, but he knows he can't be the only one wondering about the gun.

The kids in the choir room all turned around and faced Ryder. They didn't seem happy with the question, but they didn't say anything to stop Blaine from answering it.

"I- uhm... it's not mine if that's why you're asking." Blaine smiled softly as Sam placed his hand on his knee. It gave him the courage to continue. "I- I mean Sam and I... we had a plan and I needed to have a look in Coach Silvester's office. And I kind of saw the gun there." Blaine breathed deeply and loudly. It was kind of suprising how the pain in his arm was bearable right now. Blaine wasn't sure is that was a good thing or not. "I heard a gunshot and I- you know. I just wanted to make sure you guys were alright."

It looked like some of the teenagers wanted to say something, but they were interrupted when the cops suddenly opened the door. "Is everyone alright here?" The man in the doorway asked. It was only seconds later when he saw the gun in Blaine's hand. He immediately reached for the gun in his pocket and held it protectively in his hand.

"This is the police. Put the gun on the ground and place your hands where I can see them!" With shaky hands Blaine did as he was told, he blinked a few times at the gun that was pointing directly at him again, but this time by a policeman. Blaine tried to hide himself behind Sam when the cop approached him, but it was no use. The cop grabbed him by his uninjured arm and pulled him with him to the door. In the meantime he put both the guns in his pockets. Blaine didn't dare to say a word.

"Is everyone else alright?"

"Sir?" Jake asked as he stood up and pulled Marley with him. "Blaine, the boy, he's innocent." Everyone nodded in agreement and waited impatiently for an answer.

"We'll find out soon enough." Was all the older man said before he mentioned for the teenagers and the teachers to leave the school. The hallway was empty. The New Directions were the last kids to leave the school, except for the several cops who were inspecting the dead body on the other side of the building.

The fact that Blaine was walking made him feel dizzy again. He couldn't see and think straight and he had to fight the urge to throw up. He didn't notice that they didn't use the front door. The older guy walked to the back, he turned around and when he saw that no one was paying attention for once he speeded his pass and Blaine did his best to keep up.

You don't want to disappoint the policeman, right?

Right.

A/N: Okay... This wasn't supposed to be this long... And I kind of made a double ending so if I ever decide to continue, it could go two ways :) or the cop is a real cop who is in a hurry, or he's not... What?! If it's a real cop I'll find a way to make it work.

What would you guys like to see? There is also a possibility that I simply end it here. Let me know on my tumblr, in a review or in a pm. Thank you so much for reading and let me know what you thought.

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